Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi Poems
|122.||This Is Love||3/30/2010|
|123.||This Is Love||10/30/2013|
|124.||This We Have Now||3/30/2010|
|125.||This Will Not Win Him||3/30/2010|
|127.||Two Kinds Of Intelligence||3/30/2010|
|128.||Until You'Ve Found Pain||3/30/2010|
|130.||We Are As The Flute||3/30/2010|
|131.||Weary Not Of Us, For We Are Very Beautiful||1/1/2004|
|132.||What Hidden Sweetness Is There||1/1/2004|
|133.||What Was Told, That||11/20/2014|
|134.||When I Am Asleep And Crumbling In The Tomb||1/1/2004|
|135.||When I Die||11/28/2014|
|136.||When The Rose Is Gone||10/30/2013|
|137.||Who Is At My Door?||3/30/2010|
|138.||Who Makes These Changes?||3/30/2010|
|139.||Who Says Words With My Mouth?||3/30/2010|
|140.||Whoever Brought Me Here||3/30/2010|
|141.||Whoever Brought Me Here||10/30/2013|
|143.||You Personify God's Message||3/30/2010|
A Moment Of Happiness
A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden's beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.
If I Weep
If I weep, if I come with excuses, my beloved puts cotton wool in his ears.
Every cruelty which he commits becomes him, every cruelty which he commits I endure.
If he accounts me nonexistent, I account his tyranny generosity.
The cure of the ache of my heart is the ache for him; how shall I not surrender my heart to his ache?
Only then are glory and respect mine, when his glorious love renders me contemptible.
Only then does the vine of my body become wine, when the wine-presser stamps on m